High on My Own Nerves

[Chorus]
I get high on my own nerves (yeah)
Heart racin’ in reverse
Got a pocket full of calm and a brain that curse
Tell my thoughts, “you go first” (you go first)
Whole world lookin’ like it want these problems
I just wanna binge my shows and dodge ‘em
I get high on my own nerves
High on my own, on my own nerves
[Verse 1]
Wake up, dread it
Anxiety said “good mornin’, you ready?” (hey!)
Phone got twenty missed calls from my worries
They leave voicemails longer than a docu-series
Roll one, two, three, for my mental
Still stressin’ ‘bout that email I never sent tho
Hit the couch, now I’m floatin’ like a rental
Then I hear a car door—government? Potential
Check the peephole, check it again
It’s just my neighbor with the Amazon bin
But I swear that package blinked twice at me
Put the blunt down like, “bro, that’s enough for me”
[Chorus]
I get high on my own nerves (woah)
Heart racin’ in reverse
Got a pocket full of calm and a brain that curse
Tell my thoughts, “you go first” (go first)
Whole world lookin’ like it want these problems
I just wanna binge my shows and dodge ‘em
I get high on my own nerves
High on my own, on my own nerves
[Verse 2]
She like, “why you overthinkin’ every text, babe?”
I’m zoomin’ in, readin’ vibes like an x-ray
You wrote “k” back, I wrote a TED Talk
Now I’m pacing in the kitchen in my left sock
Hit a puff, now I’m laughin’ at my trauma
Tryna hug my shadow like, “we got the same mama” (come here)
Therapist say “journal, be honest”
I draw stick figures fightin’ all my problems
Thought I heard a drone in the backyard bush
It’s the AC, but I still duck and push
I’m like “they tapped my snacks, they track my chips”
She like “relax, ain’t nobody want yo’ dips”
[Chorus]
I get high on my own nerves (yeah)
Heart racin’ in reverse
Got a pocket full of calm and a brain that curse
Tell my thoughts, “you go first” (you go first)
Whole world lookin’ like it want these problems
I just wanna binge my shows and dodge ‘em
I get high on my own nerves
High on my own, on my own nerves
[Bridge]
Laugh so I don’t cry ‘bout it (ha)
Mask on but I rhyme ‘bout it
If my brain throw hands, I’ma dance around it
Still here, still weird, yeah I clown around it (ooh)
[Chorus]
I get high on my own nerves
Heart racin’ in reverse
Got a pocket full of calm and a brain that curse
Tell my thoughts, “you go first”
Whole world lookin’ like it want these problems
I just wanna binge my shows and dodge ‘em
I get high on my own nerves
High on my own, on my own nerves

rap, Moody trap bounce with skittering hi-hats, thick sub bass, and eerie bell plucks. Male and female vocals trading quick-fire verses; hook led by a catchy, half-sung female chorus doubled by pitched-down ad-libs. Verses stay tight and punchy, humor cutting through the heaviness. Beat drops out for select punchlines, then slams back with layered ad-libs and a rising synth for the last hook., world